Saturday, September 29, 2012

September Music Obsession

Hello, everyone! Back with another music review for you! Last month, I was obsessively listening to Vampire Weekend. While those Northeastern beauties still completely have my heart, I've made room for another lovely group.

That's right.

Death Cab for Cutie.


This band has been around for quite a while. Their poetic lyrics and indie style. Lately I've been listening to them as inspiration for my writings. I have them to thank for many essays, papers, and pages of writing. My personal favorites are "I'll Follow You into the Dark", "Transatlanticism," and "The Sound of Settling."

"I'll Follow You Into the Dark" is a simple love song that expresses sweet loyalty.

Love of mine, someday you will die,
But I'll be close behind,
I'll follow you into the dark.

No blinding light,
Or tunnels to gates of white,
Just our hands clasped so tight,
Waiting for the hint of a spark,

If heaven and hell decide,
That they both are satisfied.
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs,

If there's no one beside you,
When your soul embarks,
Then I'll follow you into the dark.

"Transatlanticism" is rather conceptual, I'll leave it to your interpretation.

The Atlantic was born today,
And I'll tell you how.
The clouds above opened up,
And let it out.

I was standing on the surface,
Of a perforated sphere,
When the water,
Filled every hole.

And thousands upon thousands,
Made an ocean,
Making islands,
Where no island should go.

Oh no.

Those people were overjoyed,
They took to their boats,
I thought it less like a lake,
And more like a moat.

The rhythm of my footsteps crossing the flatlands to your door,
 Have been silenced,
Forever more.
  
The distance is quite simply much too far for me to row,
It seems farther,
Than ever before. 

Oh no.

And finally, "The Sound of Settling" is more upbeat and catchy. Simply can't stop singing it.

I've got a hunger,
Twisting my stomach into knots,
That my tongue was tied off.

My brains repeating
"If you've got an impulse let it out."
But they never made it past my mouth.

Baa bah, 
This is the sound of settling,
Baa bah, baa bah.

Our youth is fleeting,
Old age is just around the bend,
And I can't wait to go grey.

And I'll sit and wonder,
Of every love that could have been,
If only I'd thought of something charming to say.

Well, that's it for now.

Long live Death Cab and long live Indie!!